Places are choc a block with ingredients recipe in minutes
dainty quirky chippy each one of us a spice an infinity
a flavor a dayfull a dated weighted plate of civil stew
getting ladeled like soups and casserole gruel
mere echoes of ourselves we kid
simmering under our own grand lids
keeping it all in those sensitive frustrations
only mixing it in the sweat of condensation
once we are cooked and served for unknown teeth and gums
the pots and pans become our old dirty skeletons
desperate to be cleaned and filled again just like the threads
expendible pieces of opinion and personal clutter soaked up with bread
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